Chapter 21 – Willa
TWENTY-ONE
WILLA
Leo Sinclaire is kissing me.
Leo is killing me.
No, he’s not just kissing me: he’s consuming me. Devouring me.
One of his warm hands is buried in my hair, and his lips are moving on mine, and the world around us doesn’t exist as I lift my own hands to cup his cheeks, desperate to feel him, to ensure this isn’t some kind of fucked dream, some manifestation of my desperate mind.
I hold his face, shifting in an effort to get closer to him. He groans, the arm on my waist pulling me in even tighter, gluing his body to mine as if he, too, is worried this moment will disappear.
My mind could never conjure something this beautiful.
“Leo,” I murmur when he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine and looking down at me with dazed eyes, fighting to hold on to whatever thread of control he still has.
I want it to snap.
“Willa,” he says, breathing heavy, his hand on my chin, tipping it to keep me looking at him. “Will, honey, please tell me you want this. Please tell me I haven’t completely fucked this up.”
I shake my head, a smile spreading over my lips as I look at him in awe, my heart ready to combust as all of the pieces fall into place.
He always knew it was me.
He kept his distance because he wanted me, but couldn’t let himself have me.
Like I’ve done a million times before, he chose his career over chasing what his heart wanted, and right now he wants to set that right.
I have no idea what this means. I have no idea what will happen tomorrow, no idea what this will mean for our working relationship or my career or his, but for the first time in my life, I don’t care.
For the first time in my life, I’m unsure of what I should do, so instead, I take what I desperately want.
“Took you long enough,” I murmur.
He smiles, wide and genuine and blinding, before pulling my face to his.
This kiss isn’t sweet and hesitant; it's fiery. Filled with need that we’ve both carried for years, desire and pent-up tension that are finally being released, he kisses me with all of the passion I’ve been seeing in his eyes for weeks, and I give it back to him, my hands moving to the back of his neck to pull him into me.
His knees bend, his hands slide to my hips, then down to my ass before he cups it, then lifts me.
On instinct, my legs wrap his hips. I giggle as he lifts me up until we’re face-to-face, but it quickly turns into a different sound altogether when he presses into me, his hips grinding into mine.
That’s when I find him already hard and let out a heavy breath.
“Leo,” I whimper, but can’t get any more out because his lips fall to mine once more, kissing hot and deep with a passion I’ve only ever read about. My hands move, trying to touch every inch of him I can, as if this is my one chance to commit it all to memory.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna take this off,” he grumbles, hands sliding under the shirt as his hips keep me pinned to the wall. “Like seeing you in it far too much.”
“I’ll put it back on later,” I promise, and this time he groans, hips pressing deeper into mine. I groan at the contact, at the scrape of him against my clit, and then gasp when his hand cups my bare breast. His head pulls back, and instantly, I miss his hot breath at my neck.
“No bra?” I bite my lip.
“It was wet. I didn’t want to put it back on.”
“You were just going to walk around my place in my shirt, no fucking bra on, and not even make a move?” His voice is incredulous.
“And now you expect me to just take it off, not getting to see that beauty?” I let out a disbelieving laugh, then shift my hips forward again, trying to get some kind of friction against the throbbing between my legs.
“If you fuck me, I’ll put it back on after, and this time I’ll leave the shorts off too.”
“Fuck,” he groans, low and long, and it makes my core tighten.
“Leo,” I whisper, and his lips drop again to my neck, peppering kisses to the skin there. My chin tips, trying to give him more room to work, and my hands reach for his shirt. “Please. I want you.”
That, thankfully, seems to do the trick.
“Whatever you want, honey, I’m going to give to you.”
He steps away from the wall, carrying me down the hall to his bedroom before tossing me on his bed. Reaching behind himself, he pulls his tee off, and I hold my breath as finally, all of those delectable muscles that have been tempting me for weeks are revealed.
He’s fucking magnificent.
It’s actually illegal that he hides those broad shoulders beneath business suits, that his chest, speckled with the perfect amount of chest hair, leading to and disappearing beneath his shorts, isn't on billboards.
For a moment, I contemplate starting a petition to make him an honorary firefighter so he can be on one of those hot firefighter calendars.
I’d buy every damn copy.
But those thoughts are gone as soon as they come when he steps towards the bed, a determined look on his face as he puts a knee to the mattress and starts to crawl up my body, hooking his thumbs in the bottom of the tee and pushing it up as he goes.
My breath freezes in my lungs when I feel his hot lips against my belly, placing a gentle kiss on each inch of skin he exposes.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
I get one right beneath, then one right above my belly button, another at the side of my rib cage, and then another on the underside of my breast. When he reveals a nipple, he groans, a sound that seems involuntary before he presses his lips there, then to the other, as if he wants every inch of my body to know just how much he appreciates it.
I have never felt so wanted in my life.
“Leo,” I breathe as he pulls the tee over my head and throws it into the corner before dropping his lips to mine once more.
His tongue slides against mine, and one of my hands rests on his chest, feeling the firm flex of muscles there before attempting to slide lower, to get to his shorts, to move things along because the need in me is unprecedented.
Before I can, though, his lips move again as he reverses his trail of kisses, this time adding tongue, tasting me as he moves back down.
I watch with bated breath, gasping and arching when he moves to my nipple once more, laving each one like he’d be happy doing it all night long before continuing down, down, down.
Finally, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his too-big shorts and slides them down, groaning when he sees I also didn’t put my underwear back on, but this time he doesn’t question it.
Instead, he removes them and slides his body down until he’s nearly face-to-face with my pussy.
Without meaning to, I tighten, something I think he catches if the moan that leaves his lips is anything to go by.
That’s when I realize what his intention is, and nerves fill me. “Leo, you don’t have to,” I say, shaking my head.
“I know that,” he says, not even bothering to look up at me as he continues to move, pressing a gentle kiss right on my center. something soft and almost reverent.
“Leo, it’s—” I start, but my words cut off as his head dips, as he flattens his tongue against me and drags his tongue up along my center in one long, slow lick.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I force myself to stay focused.
“Leo, really. I don’t want…” My breath hitches as he uses his thumbs to spread me and groans at what he sees there. Holy fuck. That noise alone could sustain me for the rest of my life, I think. I take in a deep breath to focus.
“Leo,” I say, fingers moving through his hair and tugging so he looks up my body at him.
Stay focused, Willa, I tell myself, because the visual of looking down my naked body at a half-naked Leo lying between my legs, looking like he’s settling in to have a good old time, is almost enough to distract me. Almost.
“Leo, you don’t have to do that. I can’t…you know, like that.”
His brows furrow, confusion crossing his face for the first time.
“You can’t what?”
A blush burns on my cheeks, and I bite my lip, something his eyes track with precision.
“I can’t come,” I admit, the words tight with embarrassment. “You’ll be down there forever, and we’ll both be frustrated. Just come fuck me.” It’s happened a couple of times, partners meaning well, determined to be the first and failing miserably, and it’s always embarrassing.
I thought that by being straightforward, I would get him to do what I asked.
But instead, he smiles widely.
Devious.
Excited, even.
He holds my eyes as his head dips, as his lips come together, and he presses a soft kiss to my clit, then flicks his tongue out to taste it. I suck in a breath and tighten at the sharp need that cracks through me, and he grins.
“I don’t mind,” he says.
I’ve heard that before, before I wrote off sex with other people because it wasn’t worth the headache of having to find someone and coordinate a low-key hookup only to leave unsatisfied.
I’ve been told that before, and lay there while a man did his best work, never taking me anywhere close to where I needed to be.
I’ve had to fake it to end the uncomfortable show and get fucked the way I asked.
I do not want to fake it with Leo.
Something tells me this isn’t just a one-time thing, and I don’t want to start something that could be beautiful by faking it.
“Leo—”
“I like playing, Willa. Even if you don’t come on my tongue, I promise you, we’re both going to enjoy the ride.”
I’m speechless, and he smiles before he dips his head, and all thoughts of convincing him to stop are long gone when his tongue starts to move on me.